My Descendants Are My Power

[Empowered by Competent!]

[Your family, with the help of the Ten Thousand Life Mountain Immortal Master and the rescue efforts of the Ten Thousand Life Mountain experts, successfully eliminated over thirty Williams Psychics. The Immortal Master, joining forces with Sky Corpse Gary, killed the fleeing Donald on the spot!]

"Ahem."

The Immortal Master cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the father and son.

One, earnest and sincere, the other, stern and unsmiling – they appeared to be genuinely good people.

Yet, the Immortal Master saw through their facade, recognizing the cunning that dwelled within.

"Understood. Ten Thousand Life Mountain will announce that the Williams clan attempted to collaborate with foreign enemies and was subsequently eradicated by the combined forces of Cloudview County. As for the Williams\' resources..."

The Immortal Master paused, considering.

"Azure Cloud is already lacking in resources. It would be best if Blackwood were to assess them first and then distribute them among the various factions of Azure Cloud. This would greatly benefit all of Azure Cloud and help Blackwood solidify their position."

Nathan nodded slowly in agreement.

Ethan, observing from the screen, felt a surge of hope.

This Immortal Master was someone they could work with.

The Immortal Master\'s assistance had been crucial.

Without him, Gary alone wouldn\'t have been able to prevent Donald\'s escape, and Blackwood would have faced a sleepless night.

The fact that he had some authority over the distribution of resources...

Blackwood getting first pick meant they could take whatever they desired without needing to justify themselves.

Moreover, the Immortal Master\'s words signified his acceptance of Blackwood\'s presence in Cloudview County.

Quickly, with the help of the Ten Thousand Life Mountain experts, Nathan and his son gathered all the corpses and remnants of equipment, taking Gary with them as they made their way towards the Williams\' base.

...

"Demonic, possessed esper, your kind shall not escape Buddhist justice!!!"

Golden Forest.

Abbot David continued his relentless assault.

His body was covered in wounds, but the formations he faced were also on the verge of collapse.

He was, after all, the most accomplished practitioner of Buddhist arts in all of Cloudview County.

Though only a few individuals were engaged in combat, the Golden Forest was eerily still, the ground compacted by the sheer force of their struggle.

Blood stained the earth – the blood of Blackwood\'s third generation and the Lord of Frenzied Blood.

Despite their combined might, Abbot David had killed them time and time again!

And now...

"Boom!"

With a six-armed strike, his power diminished but his determination unwavering, he finally broke free from the Lord of Frenzied Blood\'s assault, shattering the formation!

He charged towards Luna, closing the distance with every stride.

Luna, as if frozen in place, remained rooted to the Primordial Blood Tree, her demonic mutterings echoing in the air.

Abbot David saw it with his own eyes.

Under the weight of his Buddhist aura, Luna stood paralyzed, her eyes wide with terror, her mouth agape in a silent scream.

"No!"

Luna stood frozen, her three fluffy tails still swaying slightly.

She couldn\'t move.

The Buddhist chants and inscriptions enveloped her, the power of a Competent-level technique holding her captive.

The Primordial Blood Tree\'s roots lashed out, twisting and turning as they tried to ensnare Abbot David.

Its esper abilities surged, layers of barriers forming in defense.

But...

It was no use.

The roots were slowly being pulled away, the distance widening.

Behind him, Blackwood\'s third generation and the Lord of Frenzied Blood charged forward with a desperate fury, their cries filled with anguish and rage.

None of them had anticipated the sheer extent of Abbot David\'s power!

He had reached the middle stage of Competent.

Unstoppable!

"Grandma, Grandma!"

As golden light flared, amidst the heart-wrenching cries of Blackwood\'s third generation, Abbot David smiled cruelly and threw a punch!

Blood.

The demon\'s blood splattered as his fist connected, pulverizing Luna into nothingness!

Even the Primordial Blood Tree was snapped in half by his strike!

Abbot David didn\'t hesitate.

With terrifying speed, he vanished from the scene.

There were still many Blackwood members scattered throughout Cloudview County, awaiting his judgment.

And then...

"Today, this humble monk has slain the demoness in the name of Buddha! But Azure Cloud remains tainted by the Blackwood evil. This monk swears to never rest until it is purged!"

"...."

The golden God Beggar Formation still held strong, its intricate patterns shimmering in the air.

Outside its protective embrace, the crimson crown of the Primordial Blood Tree blazed defiantly.

Luna continued her insidious whispers, her voice a siren\'s call.

Within the formation, Blackwood\'s third generation and the Lord of Frenzied Blood stood shoulder to shoulder, a line of defense against the unseen enemy.

But now, a new figure stood just beyond the formation\'s edge.

He was a gaunt man, clad in black.

A long, thin strip of black cloth, once used to cover his eyes, now hung loosely around his neck.

He had removed it upon arriving, yet Abbot David, consumed by the ongoing battle, seemed oblivious to his presence.

The newcomer\'s eyes blazed with an eerie black light, and like Luna, his lips moved in a silent chant.

"Hahaha, old baldy, your time has come!"

Drunken Fool watched with delight as Abbot David thrashed wildly within the formation, his attacks growing increasingly erratic.

Though Drunken Fool was only at the peak of the Developing Skill level, he could see that Abbot David\'s previous battles had taken their toll.

It was the inherent weakness of physical cultivators – their bodies, no matter how strong, were still susceptible to exhaustion and the erosion of will.

Abbot David was already succumbing to the insidious whispers of Luna\'s demonic influence.

And now, to make matters worse, the founder of the Ghost Eye Demonic Gate, Old Ralph, had arrived!

Old Ralph was a master of ocular techniques, arts that could shatter the very mind of his opponents.

In the past, the Ghost Eye Demonic Gate had been branded as demonic cultivators, feared for their ability to sow chaos and madness with their gaze.

It was only through generations of effort that they had finally earned the grudging acceptance of the other major powers in Cloudview County.

Such was the power of their techniques.

"You think you\'re so tough, huh, baldy? Back at Sky Sect, I was just a spectator, and I almost got killed by your sorry hide when you ran off! Let\'s see you try that again!"

Drunken Fool, the grimy old man, stood with his hands on his hips, his voice a mocking taunt.

He had barely escaped with his life the last time he had witnessed Abbot David in action.

This time, he would not only watch, but he would make sure the old monk paid for what he had done.